The stars are just dust,light reflected,
from some distant past,
that didn't last.
The used-to-be.
I want more
for you and me.
Alpha and Omega.
Let's break-in
to break up
the beginning
of no end.
Light a match,
set a glow,
warm in hand,
draw our lines,
in the sand,
keep this stand.
Alpha and Omega.
Hope won't
blow us away
because we're
built-in sway.
The stars are just dust,
dead shiny daggers,
of what once.
I want more us,
wild swaggers.
Fuck legendary.
Long live the Queen,
right in this scene.
Forget fate's permission.
We're all forgiveness,
alpha, omega, alpha-bravo!
If this life is
endless labor,
we are the
perpetual birth,
Before Common Error,
anno domini,
us ad hominem,
alive.
Because the stars are just
someone else's
Alpha and Omega
love song.
